My image

I wish I could just throw my mirror away.

I wish the mirrors didn't follow me.

It's not good enough for me to see what gets me rejected.

It's not good to keep lying to myself.

Criticize for things I didn't say.

Criticized for things I've never saw.

Criticized by society, the main man.

The main killer.

Ready to kill any soul, any day it pleases.

It's accomplishing it's mission.

Cause it's killing me on the inside.

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